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Hidden Words
Christine Roy
Publication date: September 22nd 2026
Genres: Adult, Gothic, Mystery
A Novel by Award-Winning Author Christine Roy
Some secrets don’t stay buried. They wait for the right mind to hear them.
In 1994, on the rocky shores of Cape Ann, Massachusetts, Ben Barrows begins his senior year at Masters’ Preparatory like a dead man walking, half his friendships already over, just not yet buried. Then Dana Kirkland arrives: a new student, a rival dancer to his powerful ex-girlfriend, and the one person who might save him. Together, Ben and Dana try to hold on to love against a tidal wave of pain and treachery neither of them saw coming.
In the present, Joey Barrows is drowning in grief. As he crosses the graduation stage, a terrifying gift awakens, the unspoken words of everyone around him, pouring uninvited into his mind. When Joey discovers his distant, unstable father shares this same curse, the door to a devastating past swings open, releasing secrets, obsession, and ghosts that refuse to stay silent.
Told across two timelines, Hidden Words is a gothic, speculative mystery about the inheritance of trauma — and the terrible cost of truths left unspoken.
Perfect for fans of We Were Liars, Black Swan, and The Turnout.
Hidden Words deals with mature themes including trauma, family abuse, and sensitive interpersonal relationships. Recommended for mature young adult and adult readers.
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EXCERPT:
Raising his head, he approached the distinguished, black-gowned dean. The ringing in his ears pitched higher. With cold dread sluicing through his veins, he shook the dean’s hand. His mind crackling with a storm of energy, he looked the man straight in the eyes and took his diploma.
Guess scholarship kid didn’t waste our money.
“I’m sorry, Sir. What?” He squinted up at the unsmiling man. A distorted hum circled around him as the man’s words echoed in his head—clear, yet unspoken, not the shadowy wisps of noise he’d experienced before.
“Keep it moving, Barrows.”
“It’s just that I…” Joey stammered, his breath ragged. Shame bubbled up through the scars on his body like oil from the ground. He gaped at the dean’s stone face. “I heard you.” The words slipped from his lips.
“Christ, just move Barrows.”
I’ve had enough of your pathetic sad-boy act.
Joey nodded, stomach twisting. His thoughts raced and twisted in his head. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. He wasn’t psychic; nobody was. Withering beneath the dean’s glare, he flicked his tassel to the left and stumbled to the end of the stage. Desperate, he scanned the crowd, fairytale hope rising in his mind.
Maybe he was there.
Not likely.
Ben Barrows worked and hid. A son’s graduation didn’t fall into either of those categories, especially since these were the halls of Ben’s past. Traces of that Ben, shining and connected, existed in pictures behind glass cases like an extinct museum specimen.
They looked so similar, with their dark hair, wide-set green eyes, and lanky frames.
But that Ben was a ghost.
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PREY FOR ME by Allie Oleander
Published: September
22, 2026 by Berkley Trade Paperback Original
Genre: Dark
Romance; Contemporary Romance; Suspense
The story: No deity has ever compelled Caine Underwood to drop to his knees in worship like Margot Walker does. Ever since the Halloween when she played Red Riding Hood to his Big Bad Wolf, he’s been chasing her attention—and betting that he can build a haunt so terrifying she won’t make it through. Now, Margot’s single and Caine’s pulling out all the stops to win their annual wager, and he wants her for his prize.
Margot understands fear. Six years ago, she unveiled her televangelist ex-husband’s sins, and the situation turned bloody. Now, being hunted and devoured by Caine isn’t terrifying, it’s arousing...but the haunted house director isn’t the only one trying to scare her.
Taunting threats commanding her to confess, repent, and atone for her sins start arriving, and when Caine discovers a zealot from Margot’s past is stalking her every move, his anger is lethal.
There’s only one man allowed to haunt Margot...
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The Trouble with Healers :
An Enemies to Lovers Psychic Romance by Elke Feuer
Published: September 22, 2026
Taken from Goodreads: She can sense what others can't, but nothing could prepare Skylar for the one person she never saw coming back into her life.
My Thoughts:
Oh Elke Feuer, you write the most wonderful books. The characters are so fun, unique, and
relatable. The storyline kept me
entertained and turning pages not wanting to miss a single word and never
wanting it to end. The Trouble with Healers is a great story from the first
page to the last page.
Skylar and Matteo have a deep history. Those histories are so hard to get
through. Their history is not all about
their relationship with each other.
Their family histories had a lot to do with why their relationship is at
it is. I enjoyed seeing them try to work
together, try to respect each other, and try to understand what the other is
feeling while also working to get their relationship back in a good place. They belong together but getting there is not
easy.
I will also read Elke Feuer’s books. She is a must-read author for me. I recommend anyone looking for a story that
is more than a romance.
Thank you to the author for a copy of the book in exchange
for an honest review.
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A mother of two, she loves superhero movies just as much as
romance and thrives on structure, deadlines, and systems. Without them, her
overactive brain tends to run wild.
Elke writes for readers who believe love is powerful,
intuition is real, and hope can exist even in the darkest moments. Her stories
blend romance, mystery, suspense, and spiritual depth—where love is tested,
truth is uncovered, and healing is always possible.
She lives in Tampa with her family that includes two cats
who enforce the writing and editing of her books, so they remain in their lap
of luxury.
When she’s not writing, she enjoys connecting with readers
at book events and sharing her love of storytelling.
As a kid, she devoured Nancy Drew mysteries before
graduating to historical romances in her teens. There was never a time in her
life she didn’t want to write, and why her parents gave her a typewriter for
her ninth birthday.
When Frost Was Spectre Grey
Nicola Italia
Publication date: August 30th 2026
Genres: Adult, Historical, Mystery
Yorkshire, 1881. Imogene York has one job: authenticate a dead man’s signature and witness the reading of his will. It should take an afternoon.
But the moment she arrives at Trelawney Grange, she can tell the people gathered to hear Lord Alaric Trelawney’s final wishes aren’t waiting on an inheritance. They’re waiting on something they’ve spent fifteen years hoping would stay buried.
Every person in that house-the doctor, the solicitor, the reverend, the aristocrat, the household staff who move through it like they were never there at all-is bound together by a secret from one terrible summer years before, and no one will say what it is. As the snow closes in and the will’s true purpose comes to light, Imogene realizes she wasn’t hired to verify a signature. She was hired to witness a reckoning fifteen years in the making, and there is no walking away from the past.
A gripping Victorian mystery about the debts the past never stops collecting, and the lengths people will go to keep a secret buried or to finally bring it to light.
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EXCERPT:
1866
London England
Prologue
He shivered as a draft moved through the room. He sorted through documents spread out before him, organizing them into careful piles. He thought about the conversation that had occurred and anger exploded inside his head. The upstart!
What did he know about anything? He, who had studied with Dr. John Snow, so renowned in his field. His throat was dry. He pulled the decanter of whiskey toward him and poured. The amber liquid splashed on a piece of paper but he brushed at it dismissively.
He drank it quickly and it seared his throat but he poured himself another. He contemplated the glass this time before drinking. He should have known. Those do-gooder types didn’t understand the true sacrifice he was making. They couldn’t see the big picture. They couldn’t see what was really happening. What he was trying to do. He set the glass back down without taking a sip and saw that his hand was shaking. Blast it! It had all been going so well. Why couldn’t they leave him alone? Now what.
He looked about the room. The draft no longer bothered him and he felt a sweat break out on his brow. There was much to do. But most importantly, he must find his medical notes. They had been right here on his desk. He was certain. It was a necessity. No one would have come into his room and removed them, had they? No. They wouldn’t dare.
He pondered it. Perhaps his assistant, the new fellow fresh from school, had simply moved them. No. He wouldn’t. He had expressly told him not to meddle with his things. He didn’t like it and he had everything just as he liked it. So where were they, dammit!
A knock sounded at the door and almost caused him to jump. The hour was late. Who could it be?
“It’s me,” the familiar male voice called out.
His benefactor. The one with all the purse strings. He must play the part at least for him.
“Just a moment,” he called back.
He looked at his reflection in the window and saw that his hair was disheveled. He took out a comb and quickly brushed his wavy hair in place. The desk was in disarray and he quickly placed the papers in neat stacks to show the appearance of order.
Jesus, what awful timing. He called the man to enter and the visitor did, looking about the room.
“Am I interrupting you?” the older man asked.
“Certainly not,” he replied. “I was looking for some misplaced medical notes. That blasted assistant must have moved them. I told him not to meddle.”
The older man settled himself into the red leather chair. “I wanted to speak with you privately. It’s important.” He swallowed visibly and appeared to be trying to find the words.
“The hour is quite late.”
“It is. You’ll forgive me.” The older man nodded. “I would have waited but—” He almost stumbled over his words.
“It must be something of great importance to bring you here at this late hour,” he noted.
His benefactor seemed to take in the words and almost seemed dazed. “Yes,” he said in agreement. “Something most concerning has reached my ears, most concerning,” he repeated for emphasis.
The man had no time for this. What’s more, he didn’t want to hear anything he had to say. It was irritating that in all of his important work, he had to give the man anything. For Christ’s sake! Didn’t this feather-head realize what was at stake? But he steeled himself and responded as he should.
“What is this concern?”
But instead of answering outright, his benefactor merely looked about the room. “I scarcely know where to begin.”
In a flash of blinding anger, he resisted the urge to stand up and reach over the table to slap the man’s face. Who did he think he was? How dare he presume anything? The man might have status and money but little else. Just because he had been born into the right family, what else did he have? Brains? Certainly not. If he had been born a common person, he would be selling fish at the docks.
But he calmed himself. He knew who he was. He was the one with brilliance and brains, decidedly so. He was the one who had risen and become the man he was today. He was the shining star. But he needed the older man’s patronage. He knew that. He would have to play the game, then, and pretend to care about whatever was preying on the man’s mind.
If the man told him something stupid like they had not enough places set at the dinner table or the china was mismatched, he might strangle him.
Instead, his expression stayed mild, untroubled. “Tell me the concern. Perhaps together we can alleviate the issue.”
Relief eased across his benefactor’s face. “Yes. This must be a mistake. It can’t be what I’ve been told. I heard something from my sister, but she can ramble. But then the vicar came to me—”
“Oh yes?”
“And the family solicitor—”
“Him as well? My, my,” he said, trying to pretend to care. “What is it they are saying? Tell me quick.”
He only hoped he would tell the story quickly so he could be on his way.
Then without preamble, his benefactor began to speak. He laid out the whole issue, the concerns, the rumors and the whispers that were being spoken about and how grave the matter was. He mentioned his sister’s concerns and a young man who had spoken to the solicitor’s son and on and on the man babbled. He thought if the man was a tenor opera singer, his aria would last thirty minutes. It was exhausting and supremely irritating.
“It’s fantastic – is it not?” His benefactor said. “Most fantastic. I can hardly fathom it myself. I told Delly she was ridiculous. She should know better than to pass on rumors.”
“That is – quite a story,” he agreed as he pulled the decanter to him once more. “Quite a story.”
He poured the man a drink and pushed it across the desk to him. He took up his glass from earlier and took a long sip. “What proof is there of these allegations?”
His benefactor’s shoulders dropped. “That’s just it. Some rumors and whispers. But as it’s reached my ears, as your benefactor, we must discuss it.”
“My, my.” He set his glass down. “And what are you prepared to do?”
“Get to the bottom of it!” His patron said passionately. “Good God, man! These are lies, slander! I’ll not have you slandered! You could sue in court. I’ll be your witness,” the older man’s face grew red with exertion.
“Very decent of you,” he murmured. He swirled the amber liquid in the glass absently. “Very decent of you indeed.”
“Of course, my dear chap,” the older man looked relieved. “Least I could do.”
The mantel clock chimed the half hour.
“That’s of course assuming these rumors are false,” he said quietly, taking another sip. “What if they are true?”
His benefactor looked slightly irritated. “This is no time for jests, old boy,” the older man said curtly. “The rumors are grave. I might even say macabre.”
“Macabre?” he echoed.
“Yes!”
But he just continued to stare at his patron while swirling the liquor in the glass.
“Wait. What are you – what are you saying?” His benefactor suddenly straightened up in his chair. “In plain English. Gentleman to gentleman. I demand you tell me what is happening.”
“Your witnesses speak the truth.”
The silence between the two men was deafening.
“No. No, that can’t be.” His patron grew pale.
“I assure you, it is,” he said, his mouth curving.
His benefactor suddenly looked sick in the low gas lights. “No. I- I don’t believe it,” he whispered.
“Well, you certainly don’t need to believe it.”
“But if the witnesses are correct, and the rumors are true,” he visibly swallowed, “you’re a—” He shook his head.
“Yes? Go on.” He was amused at the turn of conversation. The man was an idiot.
“You’re a monster.”
He sat back in his chair and surveyed his patron. “Come now. There’s no need for dramatics.”
But his benefactor stood up then. He looked flushed now.
“I demand you refute these rumors laid at your door! I demand it!”
Calmly without saying a word, he pulled a cigarette from his silver case and lit it. He took a long drag before responding. “The rumors are not rumors,” he said steadily. “Your witnesses are correct.”
The man’s face drained of color.
“I’m leaving tonight,” he told him. “There need not be any fuss or theatrics. I will leave quietly and continue my work in India. The matter will end and you will squash the rumors.”
“The hell I will!” His face was now mottled with anger. “The hell I will!”
He took another sip of whiskey completely unbothered by the man’s outburst.
“If these things are true, you should be imprisoned! Hanged even!”
“No, sir. I won’t be.”
“Why won’t you be?” The patron demanded.
“For the simple reason that you helped me. Your family helped me, your vicar helped me. You are complicit. Whether you like it or not,” he told him.
“No,” he whispered and fell into the chair. “I’m not. That’s not what I did. I thought – I thought you were helping. I thought you were a savior. We all thought that.”
“Hmph! Did you really? Or did you also want to be involved with the discovery of a lifetime?” he said coolly. “Perhaps you wanted to even take a bit of credit as my benefactor.”
His benefactor sputtered out several words but nothing made sense until he finally whispered, “How dare you?”
He poured himself another glass enjoying himself and the interaction. “So. As I said. I will leave quietly. You will let everyone know that I was called to India of the utmost importance, and nothing else will be said.”
“You can’t get away with this,” he said weakly. “You can’t.”
“My dear chap,” he said, his face showing no emotion. “I already have.”
Author Bio:
Nicola is a Los Angeles native. Early in elementary school, Nicola had a great fondness for reading and began to write creatively. She graduated from university with a degree in communications and has held a variety of positions in journalism, education, government and non profit.
Nicola has traveled extensively throughout Europe, China, Central America and Egypt and loves all things historical.
She has nineteen historical romance and mystery novels on Amazon.
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Jesse Clarkson has always held two things close to his heart -- hockey and his stepsister Belle.
Except the friendship that blossomed between the two over the last fifteen years has grown into more, and so does the protectiveness he feels for the woman who suffers from chronic migraines and who's been his number one fan for over a decade.
To the world, Belle is part of the family who rarely misses his games.
But to Jesse, she's his whole world.
And the two must fight the potential backlash of admitting their true feelings or risk losing each other for good.
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B. Celeste is a new adult and contemporary romance author that gives voices to raw, realistic characters with emotional storylines that tug on the heartstrings.
She was born and raised in upstate New York where she still resides with her four-legged feline sidekick, Oliver “Ollie” Queen. Her love for reading and writing began at an early age and only grew stronger after getting a BA in English and an MFA in English & creative writing. When she’s not writing, she’s working out, binge-watching reality game shows, and spending time with her friends and family.
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About JUST SCORING WITH LOVE (Coming 1/13/2027):
Confession - I've been secretly fake dating my hockey-playing best friend.
I went to his house for dinner and walked straight into a matchmaking trap!
Miller’s teenage siblings have decided he’s been off the dating market long enough raising them, so it’s time for him to get back out there. And as his childhood best friend, they appoint me to “practice date” him.
Even though it’s walking a dangerous line, the forbidden goalie with the sexy smirk supported me when an injury shattered my own hockey dreams, so I say yes.
To writing his profile. Taking photos of him. Going on “trial” dates.
Huge mistake.
Looking at my best friend through a new lens becomes pure torture.
I can’t stop imagining his talented hands gripping my hips, his tempting mouth coasting across my skin.
Until a desperate kiss late one night at the rink changes everything.
But I’m a sports broadcaster trying to break barriers in a male-dominated industry. I don’t have time for romance, especially since I cover his team now.
So we make a new deal: a temporary arrangement to get it out of our systems.
Only the way Miller touches me after dark suggests he’s playing to win, and has been for years. And I want more.
But can I risk the one relationship I can’t live without?
This is Miller and Anna’s romance. Tropes include: hockey romance, single guardian, childhood best friends to lovers, it’s always been you, secret pining, practice dates and fake dating, forced proximity, workplace romance, he has a dog.
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Our Mother's Secret by Alison
Ragsdale
Published: September
15, 2026 by Bookouture
Taken from Goodreads: When my sister tells me time is running out for her life-saving transplant, tears roll down my cheeks. But she isn’t crying, she’s staring at our mother, who says words that will change my life forever. ‘It’s time for me to tell you the truth…’
My Thoughts: Oh
wow! This book…it tore me up, put me
back together, and kept me enthralled with the story from the very first page.
A chance to save your sister’s life or have the baby you
have always dreamed of? How can you make
that choice? Mairi is struggling with
making that choice while her sister Fiona is just trying to stay alive. I felt for Mairi and her husband, Tom. They deserved to live their married life
without all the extra drama. Their
dreams were coming true with the pregnancy, and they were not able to enjoy it
with all that was happening around them.
Our Mother’s Secret is a story of love, secrets, and hard
choices. The story will pull at your
heartstrings.
Thank you to Bookouture for a copy of the book via NetGalley
in exchange for my honest review.
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I’ve had what could be termed a varied career. I trained as
a professional ballet dancer and worked in the field of dance for many years.
When an injury called a halt to that, I eventually became a marketing
executive. After two decades in that world, I started my own health-services
business but it took too great a toll on me so my husband encouraged me to
focus on writing, as I’d always dreamed of doing.
I took the leap of faith in 2014 and dived into my first
full-length novel TUESDAY’S SOCKS. It was a scary feeling, putting my ‘baby’
out there, but I was delighted when readers fell for my sweet protagonist,
Jeffrey Mere. TUESDAY’S SOCKS soon became an Amazon bestseller. My second
novel, THE FATHER-DAUGHTER CLUB, came out at the end of 2014. I was thrilled
when it too made it to an Amazon best seller list, receiving a wonderful review
from Kirkus Reviews, and going on to win the 2016, IPPY Bronze
medal for Best Regional Fiction – Europe.